I decided that if she could get in, perhaps I could too, and for some reason, I wanted very much to get into that church. There was nothing logical about it, it was a compulsion. The next time the gate opened, I slid in, and was grabbed even more roughly than my friend had been. They looked at the large silver cross that I was wearing and finally allowed me to enter. It was so beautiful. The chanting was unearthly.
My Great Adventure in Search of the Truth
From Sister Matthaia Osswald This story tells how a Roman Catholic nun discovered the fullness of the Truth in the Orthodox Church… Childhood and adolescence. I was born in 1961 from Protestant parents, in a town in South Germany. We lived in a suburb which had earlier been a separate village and later was integrated […]
Come To The Water
A Convert’s Journey to Holy Orthodoxy by Priest Steven Allen In earliest childhood my Roman Catholic parents and teachers imparted to me the conviction that life on earth is transient, that death is inevitable, and that we must prepare for God’s judgment. I always believed that there was one true Church, and that belonging to […]
Why I Became An Orthodox Christian
By Athanasius Yoo, M.D., B.D. My long pilgrimage to the Mother Church has been completed. As I think back over the long road of this pilgrimage, I become filled with deep emotion. For by the grace of God, I, a stray sheep, have found the lovely bosom of the Good Shepherd, the true body of […]
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